Math and Surprises

You wake up and stagger into the bathroom. As you throw water on you eyes your pajama pants fall to your ankles.

“What the hell?”

You pull up your pants and look in the mirror. You look thinner. You rush to the scale and step on. You see the weight and start doing a victory dance. You lost another seventeen pounds.

You thumb through your closet and all your clothes look like they’ll be baggy. Then you remember the bag from Diana’s. You quickly find a pair of yoga pants that look like they’ll fit. You also pull out a white, frilly, button down top. It’s a bit tight, but it fits!

You head out to math. Professor Lee welcomes you to the class and gives you the test. You slide into your seat and begin working on it.

For the first time, it doesn’t seem impossible. You actually understand most of the questions. Two hours later you head to the front of the room and put your test on a pile. You are actually confident you didn’t fail.

It is well into the afternoon and you feel hungry and drained. You need a bit of lunch before you hit the gym.

You head into a nearby restaurant and grab a salad. You look to sit down and realize all the tables are taken.

You pause. Then you see Diana waving you over. You begin walking to her when you realize she is sitting with her redheaded friend and the blonde from your encounter the other day.

You pause. You figure you should at least go say ‘hi’ to Diana. You reach the table and the blonde begins looking you over.

Diana smiles. “Sit down, we have an extra seat. This is Glory.” She points to the redhead. “…and this is Phoebe. This is Marge.”

“Uh, hi.”

Phoebe looks at you. “Nice to meet you Maggie.”

You start to correct her and then stop. You never really liked Marge anyway. You have heard too many, large Marge barbs over the years.

“We have an extra seat Maggie. Please take it. Of course if you’re going to hang with us, I’m buying you a makeover.”

“I couldn’t.”

“I insist.”

“I’m not sure…”

She pops out her phone. “We have an appointment in half an hour with Gregor. I won’t be be taking no for an answer.”

“I guess I have time. Are you sure…”

She smiles at you. “I’m sure. We have standards.”

You suppose you could bail, but you like Diana. After all, there are worse things than an expensive makeover.